Who Hurt You? (relationships VS. reality)

sometime we need this reminder

consider this... maybe we're all just human.
it sounds ridiculous saying the obvious,
but simple truths
just don't shout in the morning.


the daily bread isn’t eye-catching.
not a loud “look at me!” moment.
it’s the quiet person,
hidden in noisy crowds,
flashing voices tugging at our gaze.


over and over again, we need treasured truths
to recalibrate our broken compass.
otherwise, aren't we just lost ships
with no direction to reach shore?

we forget this sometimes:
we’re all human.


it’s beautiful to be drawn
to someone’s personality.
to be infatuated is ordinary —
like air moving through our lungs,
a completely normal reaction.


admiring a soul is not the problem.
but when they become
a magazine cutout to trace,
we lose ourselves by signing up for this race,
gripping admiration like an unloved child
clutching their only toy,
yelling: “mine!!”


and somewhere—along the way,
don’t we start treating them like a possession?
instead of a person,
forgetting they’re human too.


how high we place them!
unblemished statues frozen in time
because they’re not allowed to fall.
do we even see them as a soul?


their big hearts, unrested arms,
spread thin under the weight of every “yes”
they didn't have space... to say no to.


we want someone’s everything —
their fresh words, their gaze
that frames our world,
centering us in every interaction.


but what if, they’re just human?
just like you and I,
figuring life's off days,
where their missteps are just that...


inattention to your words? — not irreproachable.
mistakes? — not unforgivable.
unanswered texts? — not an offense.
missed calls? — not ghosting.
forgotten plans? — not rejection.


much like wavelengths shift,
from red to violet, so do our sync-days,
brushing past unspoken misalignments —
a quiet reminder: people are human.


cold-shoulder winds will greet you on some days,
as you pass—through life’s crowded hallways,
each person rushing in long Herculean strides,
leaping toward their own pathways.


the truth is...
placing another human on a pedestal
only invites gravity to drag them down.
maybe not now.
but for sure eventually.


what I’ve learned is this:
other people’s decisions — actions — words
are not about you.
your mind threading on that thought
is just an intrusive trap.


how could we be the main character
in someone else’s story?


it sounds strange again
to repeat this refrain,
but these small truths
are the ones we must remember,
every. single. day.
it’s just not personal.

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Heart Call:

God created us to enjoy doing life with people. Still, people can’t be your everything.

So pause with me:

• Is there someone in your life you’ve placed on a pedestal—maybe without meaning to?

• Is there a friendship that feels off right now—because you’ve outgrown it’s old form?

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